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Free verse № 15120

I Dig a Ponytail by Doris & Oats

by w~* ATHENA *~w

Member since 2002 · Posted 14 Sep 2002 · 5 comments

Me, in plaid skirt, tights and mary janes Him, long hair, playing pool and laughing.. I said hey, man, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? He blew me a kiss and said don't you miss.. I didn't. I guess it was right that night. i will never forget the thrill.... we sat in a wok on an icy hill and rode to our deaths or did we?

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[6] horus8 15-Sep-02/6:42 PM Reply

maybe lose the, "or did we"? or bend the title to fit a little less crypticly? it's almost emotionaly unavailable...sorta self serving and perhaps a bit unique, but only to you...because it serves no purpose to the reader other than confusion...even if it makes all the sense in the world to you. to another its a bit neither here nor there.

[8] roses are read 20-Sep-02/5:54 AM Reply

this is really good. i'm kinda confused, but that's ok, the poem has that feeling through out and it works. good job!t

[3] Dark Angle 5-Oct-02/12:51 AM Reply

did we, or didnt we? that is the question, whether tis noblier in the mind to sit in a wok on an icy hill or to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune

[0] -=SeTTle=- 3-Jan-03/5:36 PM Reply

Plaid Skirts are so fucking tired. Zero.d

[0] razorgrin 3-Jan-03/10:11 PM Reply

you start me off expecting more about plaid skirts, then you talk about other stuff. Boo! Boo-urns!